First let me tell you a little about myself. I am five-feet-six-inches tall and weigh 124 pounds. I have a 35B-23-35 figure. My bust is very firm, and I wear a bra only to attract attention when I wear a thin blouse. Let me also tell you that I was not always slim and trim. When I met the wonderful man I now call both husband and master, I was twenty-one years old and a 160-pound physical wreck. I had not yet experienced an orgasm, or at least not one I could remember. Now I enjoy them often and remember them well.

Last Friday night, Alan and I went out to a disco to show me off. I was wearing a knee-length black leather coat, and the only things that attracted attention were our obvious age difference (I am twenty-five and Alan is forty-three) and my shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. Things changed when the crowd on the dance floor thinned out. I removed my leather coat, and Alan led me onto the dance floor. We positioned ourselves so that one of the spotlights was shining on me. As I began to dance, several couples near us stopped dancing and began to stare. Some of the women were jealous, others fascinated.

Why? Well, I had on the sheerest white shadow-strips blouse you are likely ever to see. I have recently had my nipples pierced and now wear a one-inch hoop earring through each one. The hoops are attached to each other with a double-strand gold chain that sways at my slightest movement. When I dance under a spotlight, the chain is clearly visible through that blouse and attracts a lot of attention!

That night several couples got into arguments because the men would not quit staring at my chains, and one young lady physically hauled her boyfriend off the dance floor. Several of the women stared in fascination at my pierced nipples. Another young woman actually covered her partner’s eyes. I heard another guy tell his wife that if she looked like I did, he wouldn’t be staring at me so hard. All this made me feel wonderful.

To go along with my blouse, I wore a clingy white mini-length skirt that has a zipper up each side. The zipper can be opened from the hem all the way up to the waistline. When I began to dance, I had each one unzipped about four inches. As I danced, they gradually unzipped even more. At the end of two hours, I had every man in the place, even the DJ, ogling me.

It was in late 1981 that I met the man who would turn my life completely around. I fell under his spell immediately. He promised me that he could get my weight down and have me looking like the girl of my dreams within six months. He did it in five! During this period, I moved into his house and lived in one of his guest rooms so that my training program could proceed without interrupted. My hips went from forty-two to thirty-five inches, and my thighs and calves slimmed down and firmed up. As I lost weight, I learned about makeup and hair care from a professional. I was taught how to wear clothes and learned that a real lady never appears to hurry; she lets other people wait on her.

At the end of the fifth month, I was feeling much better about myself. When I looked in a mirror, I now saw a nice-looking lady. It was at this point that Alan gave me a choice: I could leave him and go do my thing, or I could stay with him and learn even more pleasant lessons. If I stayed with him, I would become a love slave and would be required to do anything he told me. Also, he would exchange the silver chain that he had placed around my waist during my weight-loss period for a gold one. It would serve as a sign that I was willing to be his permanent love slave and obey him in all things.

I chose the gold chain, and over the course of the next few months, Alan led me slowly along the path of eroticism. I learned to enjoy oral and anal sex as much as fucking. Once, after I had been very bitchy, he taught me some new pleasures. He told me that he was going to punish me and ordered me to go into the bedroom, remove all my clothes and put on the items I would find.

On the bed were heavy leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a wide leather collar. After a few minutes, Alan came into the room and chained me tightly to the bed, facedown, and began to paddle me. Now an amazing thing happened; I began to climax almost immediately, and I experienced several more orgasms as Alan turned my now shapely and firm bottom a fiery red. Wave after wave of pain/pleasure swept over me.

Today I am a true love slave who enjoys showing off her body for her master. I always wear dresses and skirts without panties. I love to slide out of Alan’s sports car and let my skirt ride up until the elastic lace of my stocking tops is clearly visible. My pubic hair is trimmed neatly at the top, and the lower lips are shaved.

Recently I entered a wet-T-shirt contest. We both wanted to show off my newly pierced nipples. That night I wore my heavy two-strand gold chains, and they were visible through the T-shirt. At the club, the men bid to see who would get to wet the girl down with ice water. The highest bidder won, and the girl got the money! When my number was called, I put on my sexiest smile and began to move in such a way as to show off my breasts with their ornaments. The bidding went well, and I got $35! As the highest bidder began to wet me down, my nipples stood out even more, and the thin I-shirt became totally transparent. Several men wanted to reopen the bidding, but it was not allowed.

Just before I went onstage for the second round, Alan came up with a bottle of ice water and wet my breasts again. When I went onstage this time, the men went wild. The bidding stopped at $75, and the proud winner came up, gave me the money and began to pour the water over my breasts. He asked me if I would remove my shirt, and the other men began to yell, “Take it off!” I wriggled out of the T-shirt as slowly and as seductively as I knew how, and when I took it off the place went wild. I don’t think anyone there had ever seen pierced nipples before.

Alan and I were both in seventh heaven. He was so proud of me, eating up every stare and shout of approval. You see, I have been trained to please men in every way, and that was just one of the many ways I could please a lot of them at once.